Douluo Ball Lottery Draw System

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move.

Days passed, and as the annual awakening ceremony approached, the village was filled with a tense atmosphere similar to those before the college entrance examination.

There are two great empires in Douluo Continent, or two alliances. In the two great empires, a large number of territories are entrusted to princes, and there are countless nobles with armed forces.

Because the two empires have existed for a long time, the class has long been solidified, and the difficulty of ordinary people wanting to stand out is no less than the difficulty of hell, basically don't even think about it.

Of course, nothing is absolute. For ordinary people, there is only one chance to achieve a counterattack in life, and that is to cultivate martial arts.

It is said that everyone has their own martial spirit, and among them, a very small number of people's martial arts can be cultivated, forming a profession called soul master, and the most noble profession in Pan Continent is soul master.

It can be said that the annual awakening ceremony of the village is no less than a small-scale college entrance examination.

Awakened martial arts, even awakened martial arts that can be cultivated, can stand out at once, not only myself, but even my family can live a prosperous life, if not, I can only be an ordinary person all my life. And make a living, then marry an ordinary wife, give birth to a litter of children, and live a life of ignorance.

Since he came to Douluo Continent, Yang Ming didn't want to be an ordinary person. He was eager to become stronger, eager to get out of this village, and eager to explore the magnificent and colorful world!

The genius is slightly bright, Yang Ming has already run two kilometers on the hill outside the village, with a spear slanted on his back, longer than his height,

Taking the spear from his back, facing the dawn rising in the east, Yang Ming began to practice his marksmanship.

In Honor of Kings, both Han Xin and Zhao Yun are veterans with guns, but their styles are completely different.

If Han Xin's style is Ling Ran's neat, light and elegant, Zhao Yun's style is swift and fierce.

The marksmanship practiced by Yang Ming did not contain any tricks or tricks, and he followed the actual combat route.

Han Xin's style of picking, stabbing, collapsing, and shaking, and Zhao Yun's style of sweeping, chopping, slashing, and wiping, were naturally integrated into Yang Ming's body. Same.

Yang Ming stepped forward, gave a low voice, and clenched the spear in his right hand, like a poisonous snake emerging from the grass. A hole appears in the center of the fallen leaves.

Yang Ming was already sweating profusely after practicing his marksmanship all morning. He looked up at the sky, the sun was already high in the sky, and it was almost time for lunch.

Putting away the spear, Yang Ming rushed back to the village from the mountain.

Sacred Soul Village is as always, simple villagers, simple villages, roosters and dogs bark, and there is no need to pick up things on the road.

As the grandson of the village elder Jack, Yang Ming will be greeted warmly wherever he goes. Yang Ming is not the kind of saint who doesn't eat human fireworks. He will always greet him with greetings. is very popular.

Just at this moment, there was a rush of hooves and the sound of a woman screaming at the gate of the village.

Yang Ming paused and looked back suddenly.

It's okay not to look at it, but when he saw it, he suddenly burst into anger.

A young man rode a black horse and galloped down the village road.

Shenghun Village is a very traditional agricultural village with an underdeveloped economy, which also makes the roads in the village not spacious. This young man is not ignorant, but instead condones the dark horse under his seat, which is equivalent to driving a BMW car to run a red light on the highway. He didn't care about other people's lives at all!

It has been nearly six years since I came to Douluo Continent, and the people of the village are simple and honest. Every villager treats Yang Ming very well. Yang Ming has long regarded this place as his home. How can he not be angry when he sees this scene?

What's more, in order to avoid being hit by a dark horse, the pedestrians on the road were already chaotic, and everyone rushed to avoid the road on both sides. The meaning of slowing down is to continue to drive the dark horse wildly, even if it does not hit the pregnant woman, I am afraid it will frighten her and cause the fetus to be born prematurely!

In this village with extremely backward medical and health care, the end of a pregnant woman's premature birth is not easy to be death!

stop!

Yang Ming was extremely angry, his star eyes were wide open, his stubby and thick eyebrows were standing upright, his spear was a little on the ground, and a man like a flying swallow crossed an arc and a half in the air. Before the dark horse rushed over, he helped the pregnant woman up. Take her to the nearby shop to rest.

After doing all this, Yang Ming held a gun in the middle of the road, pointed the tip of the gun diagonally at the young man on the black horse, and asked angrily:

Who are you to run wildly on the road in the village, do you know that you almost killed a lot of people just now!

Shut up!

The young man pulled the reins tightly and pulled the horse's head. The black horse's front hooves lifted off the ground, and the horse's body stood up, only to avoid colliding with Yang Ming.

The dark horse shook its head unhappily, the horse's eyes the size of a copper bell glared at Yang Ming, and two white smokes were exhaled from its large nostrils.

Even the horses are arrogant!

As he got closer, Yang Ming's eyes narrowed, and he could see the appearance of the young man clearly.

This person looks like he is in his twenties, with sword-brows and star-shaped eyes. He looks very handsome. He is dressed in white clothes, with a black cloak behind him. In the center of his chest, there is a fist-sized soul character.

This is the standard dress for the staff directly under the Spirit Hall.

On the left chest, there is a badge engraved with a long sword, and a total of three long swords are interlaced on the badge.

Yang Ming frowned. Grandfather Jack had given him some common sense. The number of three handles represented the third-class title of the Spirit Master, the Great Spirit Master, while the long sword represented that the deacon from the Spirit Hall was a first-class deacon. Famous Battle Spirit Master.

Soul masters all have their own martial soul power, and according to the strength of their martial soul power, they are divided into ten titles, and each title is further divided into ten levels.

Soul Master, Soul Master, Great Soul Master, Soul Master, Soul Sect, Soul King, Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, Title Douluo.

Yang Ming felt a little tricky and said abruptly:

Are you from the Spirit Hall?

The young man comforted the dark horse under his seat. Hearing the words, he glanced at Yang Ming condescendingly, seeing that it was a six-year-old boy with a hint of pride and contempt in his eyebrows, he raised his horsewhip and pointed at Yang Ming rudely. , said indifferently:

I'm the Battle Spirit Master from Notting City, and Cao Mengyun, the inspector of the Spirit Hall, don't stand in my way!

Yang Ming's face sank, and he pointed at the pregnant woman who was almost knocked down by Cao Mengyun, and said angrily:

You almost bumped into someone just now, shouldn't you apologize to her?

Cao Mengyun was unmoved and said coldly:

It hasn't hit yet.

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